Sun.
They say time flies when you’re having fun.
That’s why we sit and chat for hours without realizing the sun.
It’s peeking.
Through the shades of my Walmart blinds hanging from the frame of my two-pane window.
That same window I sat beside and watched the shades of black replace the color of the once lit sky.
Our nights are always filled with brilliant and humorous conversation.
Interrupted by light, I am reminded that I need to quit dreaming of the past.. and hang curtains while I’m at it.
I vividly remember the first time we did this and I can recall every little detail.
My dreamy walk down memory lane is broken by the glare of light reflecting off of my music stand.
While those thoughts are still flowing and fresh, I crawl into bed, hoping to repeat this cycle again.
Composed in November.
